Welcome to hell, kid
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You whisked briskly through the woods. You wanted to escape. No, needed to escape. But escape from what?
You didn't exactly know.
It seemed to be a wolf, but... So wrong in so many ways. It was abnormally tall, taller than a wolf should ever be.
And it's teeth were likely the most gruesome part.
It had extremely large teeth, all of the size of canines, excluding the two immensely gargantuan ones on the top front.
This was obviously no normal canine. Nor a sane one at that.
You were broken from your confused thoughts by the sound of thundering footsteps. You realized in horror that the beast was gaining on you.
You desperately pumped your legs, but you were helplessly exhausted. The behemoth burst upon you, what was left of it's shriveled black lips receding in an eldritch.. grin?
You let out a cry of pure, unadulterated horror, cowering by the large oak. You were cornered, with no escape open. ''Please, don't hurt me,'' You wailed ''I'll do anything! Just let me go!'' A deep, menacing raspy chuckle emitted from his malformed jaws.
He seemed to be finding amusement in your horror. What a sick bastard! Before you could finish your thoughts, his already sinister features twisted horrifically into that of, what you could only describe as, the devil himself.
He latched upon your exposed throat, his unorthodox canines grueling with abnormal velocity before twisting omnidirectional, snipping open your jugular with ease.
Syrupy vermillion liquid spurted from the gaping, irreparable gash as you collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently. The light of your eyes went dull as your breath caught in your throat, forever stuck.
The canine lashed his lithe tail with satisfaction, escalating forth and removing your canines. He rolled the yellowing teeth in his paw, examining them for any fractures. A part of your gum was still attached to it, bright red due to the cerise liquid spilling from it.
A content grin sliced across his masculine features as he ambled pack to his pack. Yet another filth removed from this land.
||Grey Wolf (Canis Lupus)
Scythe is an immensely prodigious canine. He towers over all he meets at 5'11 feet tall (due to his past in Chernobyl). A pure ebony coat overlays his mammoth physique. Scythe is accompanied by prepossessing liquid golden eyes, an overall intoxicating sight.
Scythe is a harsh canine with a cold attitude. He is extremely serious and discourteous torwards those he dislikes or outsiders. Scythe enjoys killing in honor of his back, proudly bearing their teeth as trophies.
His Skill Stats
Self Control: 🌑🌑🌑🌑🌓🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕
Photography and Art
Mess with him once, he'll kill you twice.